Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Mine eye ne'er saw with aptness to desire That beauty could enthrall m'unbounded thoughts With passionate affection. Yet this piece Is absolute, and such as cannot choose But have a glorious mind. Love is a cement That joins not earthly parts above, but works Upon th'eternal substance, making one Of two agreeing souls. Were she borne nobly, (As surely such perfections cannot be The issue of base parents) so that infamy Might not succeed, here would I fix my choice. Besides she's virtuous, and her education Beseeming greatness: her discourse; pure language; judgement, and full behaviour argue it. she's come. How like an Angel, as if sent On some celestial message to the soul Of a departing Saint. White innocence Is in each look and feature, as all goodness Had built their mansion in her. Welcome fair one, I hope my pardon's sealed for thus presuming On what you might call rudeness. You have shaped Needless apology to excuse a guilt, When none appears. I owe much to your virtue It doth command my thoughts. Which are so glorious, I must admire the actions that express them. I hope your judgement doth not call it ill, That my intemperate anger being grounded On virtuous suspicion, did transport me Beyond a moderate passion. I am satisfied. Your innocence hath cleared my jealousy; Which was I know instruction to my sister, And th'only working means that kept her safe. The Gentleman she loves I find is worthy: Though his estate through the improvidence Of a free minded Father, low enough. My Uncle may repair it: she hath hopes T'inherit all. And trust me did I love Where I perceived desert, no inequality Of fortune's blind additions, birth or state, Should interpose a let to my enjoying. Sir, 'tis a noble resolution, Pure love's a virtue Nature only teacheth; And's borne with generous Spirits that distinguish The object truly; slighting those respects That work on grosser minds. How she instructs me In resolution? Fairest I shall use None other circumstance, or paint a passion My reason's eye allows: though first my sense Conveyed the knowledge of your outward form, And full perfections, which must needs contain A richer inside. Virtue seldom dwells But in a glorious frame. I love your goodness: For that your beauty. In my new born wishes I have determined you the partner Of all that's mine. My state's not very mean: If 'twere, zeal should supply; I'd strive to merit The free gift of yourself, and in exchange Return myself. Sir, I could answer you With your own words: for I presume your thoughts Are noble like yourself; unmixed with flattery, Courtships infection; and the poisonous breath That many times doth make pure love suspected Whether it be found or plastered to deceive Our credulous weakness, till it hath possessed us With some foul leprosy. Your handmaid yields To what agrees with honour; if the meanness Of her condition may presume to call Her honest credit so.
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Mine eye nere saw with aptnesse to desire That beauty could enthrall m'unbounded thoughts With passionate affection. Yet this piece Is absolute, and uch as cannot choose But have a glorious mind. Love is a cement That joynes not earthly parts above, but workes Upon th'eternall substance▪ making oe Of two agreeing soules. Were she borne nobly, (As surely such perfections cannot be The issue of base parents) so that infamie Might not succeed, here would I fixe my choyce. Besides she's vertuous, and her education Beseeming reatnesse: her discourse; pure language; Iudgement, and full behaviour argue it. Shee's come. How like an Angell, as if sent On some celestiall message to the soule Of a departing Saint. White innocence Is in each looke and feature, as all goodnesse Had built their mansion in her. Welcome faire one, I hope my pardon's seal'd for thus presuming On what you might call rud enesse. You have shapt Needlesse apologie to excuse a guilt, When none appeares. I owe much to your vertue It doth command my thoughts. Which are so glorious, I must admire the actions that expresse them. I hope your judgement doth not call it ill, That my intemperate anger being grownded On vertuous suspition, did transport me Beyond a moderate passion. I am satisfi'de. Your innocence hath cleer'd my jealousie; Which was I know instruction to my sister, And th'onely working meanes that kept her safe. The Gentleman she loves I finde is worthy: Though his estate through the improvidence Of a free minded Father, low enough. My Vncle may repaire it: she hath hopes T'inherite all. And trust me did I love Where I perceiv'd desert, no inequalitie Of fortunes blind additions, birth or state, Should interpose a let to my enjoying. Sir, 'tis a noble resolution, Pure love's a vertue Nature onely teacheth; And's borne with generous Spirits that distinguish The object truely; sleighting those respects That worke on grosser minds. How shee instructs me In resolution? Fairest I shall use None other circumstance, or paint a passion My reasons eye allowes: though first my sense Convey'd the knowledge of your outward forme, And full perfections, which must needs conteine A richer inside. Vertue seldome dwells But in a glorious frame. I love your goodnesse: For that your beauty. In my new borne wishes I have determin'd you the partner Of all that's mine. My state's not very meane: If'twere, zeale should supply; I'de strive to merit The free gift of your selfe, and in exchange Returne my selfe. Sir, I could answere you With your owne wordes: for I presume your thoughts Are noble like your selfe; unmixt with slatt'ry, Courtships infection; and the poysonous breath That many times doth make pure love suspected Whether it be found or plaster'd to deceive Our credulous weaknesse, till it hath posest us With some foule leprosie. Your handmaid yeelds To what agrees with honour; if the meannesse Of her condition may presume to call Her honest cdit so.